The Baby Assignment [P.P]

The Baby Assignment [P.P]

Summary: When you and Peter begin working on an assignment for your Child Development class and Morgan overhears your discussions, she starts to think that you and Peter are actually expecting a baby, leading to a lot of confusion and a very pissed off Tony.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, swearing, typos

a/n: just something nice and fluffy before the last chapter of bty comes out and crushes everyone’s souls 

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“MJ is so pissed,” Peter laughed as the two of you walked hand in hand into the penthouse of the tower, “she said Flash has already made three misogynistic remarks and eight ‘that’s what she said’ jokes.” 

“Oh god,” you chuckled, “she’s gonna kill him.” 

Peter’s phone buzzed again, “nine jokes,” he updated with a smile, texting her back a frowny face. 

“I’m just glad we got paired together,” you said as you set your backpack on the kitchen counter, “I mean imagine if you got paired with Flash… or worse, if I got paired with Flash.” You grimaced at the thought. 

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𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ~ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

strictly 18+ only // all content warnings can be found on each link

forewarning: obviously the voices aren’t going to sound exactly like the actors / characters so I’ve gone more for how the vibes and attitudes fit with the characters, you’ll just have to use your imagination tbh my darlings!!

most of these are intended for female / afab listeners

other than that go wild and happy listening my babies <3

Eddie Munson

cute goofy Eddie learning to dom

blowing shy virgin Eddie at a party

switch! Eddie wants to make you feel good

waking you up by eating you out

more switch! Eddie, dom then sub

pegging tied up Eddie

grinding on him whilst he works

Eddie being goofy and cuddly leading to a makeout session

getting fucked by the dungeon master

listening to Eddie jerk off

Steve Harrington

teasing you (fwb situation)

fucking you in a sundress in the middle of a park

jealous dom Steve

makeup sex with jealous Steve

Steve dirty talking and teasing you

voyeuristic Steve watching you get yourself off

Billy Hargrove

Billy gets you back for being a brat all day

putting you in your place (degradation)

Billy gets possessive when you wear your ex’s shirt

you get jealous so Billy reminds you you’re his

Billy’s jealous over your new roommate

Billy commanding and degrading you

Robin Buckley

friends to lovers, sharing a bed

shower sex with Robin

Robin wakes you up to fuck you

your first time with Robin

Robin helping you forget about your boyfriend

spending your day off in bed with Robin

experimenting, your first time with a girl

Robin worshipping your pussy

Nancy Wheeler

morning sex with Nancy

Nancy teaches you how to please her

more morning sex with Nancy

sharing a tent with Nancy

Nancy touching herself next to you until you wake up

Jonathan Byers

trying to be (soft) dom for the first time

needy sub Jonathan

first time with shy Jonathan

Jonathan isn’t getting the hint, so you take charge

riding devoted sub Jonathan after a stressful day

link to search website yourself

main masterlist // stranger things masterlist

p.s. I will keep adding more as and when I find them / when they’re sent to me <3

on that note, if you find any you think would fit the characters please do feel free to send them my way so I can add them to the list!!

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Your Teeth In My Neck

Summary: You try not to make it obvious of your crush on Bucky and Steve, knowing that they’ll never want you. However, The two alphas grow tired of you ignoring them. So, they take what they want and prove you wrong in the process.

CW: threesome, slight mindbreak, a hint of dubcon (later turns consensual), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral (fem rec), squirting, tummy bulge, size difference, dirty talk, praise, mocking, breeding, bucky spitting in the reader (ITS WEIRD IK) and a/b/o dynamics.

Pairing: Alphas!Stucky x Omega!Reader

WC: 3,470 (Like 2k of it is just stucky r a w i n g reader)

A/N: y'all. this one is n a s t y. hope you enjoy though!!

⚠︎︎ Minors dni. NSFW under the cut. ⚠︎︎

You knew it was wrong. You knew it was weird to have feelings such as these towards them. They were superheroes while you were a mere secretary, yet you couldn't help but think of them in the most sinful ways possible.

Steve is a sweetheart, perfectly fitting for America's golden alpha. But he's a menace. Because of the super soldier serum, his scent was much more thicker than the usual alpha, which made it much more prominent. Whenever you two are alone, you can feel the waves of his scent wafting onto you, drowning you, invading you, to the point where you could smell nothing but him. And he'd always coo at you with this weird little tone in his voice as if he knew what exactly was happening in your little head.

"Awwww, what's wrong, bunny? Feeling hazy?"

And of course, Bucky is no better. In fact, he's worse. Bucky was... direct, to say the least. He had no shame in outwardly scenting you in front of the others. So, you've gotten used to him pulling you in his arms and nuzzling at your scent glands while his hands found purchase around your waist. He'd keep you to himself for hours if he could. But he knows you have things to do. As always, he gives you sharp nip on your gland and walks away from your swaying form with a smirk.

"See you later, doll."

Menaces. Both of them. They knew what they were doing and they didn't care one bit. Anymore of this, and you'd be sent into an early heat.

You sigh heavily before shutting your laptop and bringing your hands to your face. You had been given a stack of papers by Tony to complete before midnight. It was now 9:48 and you had only gone through at least 10 pages.

You knew your job was stressful and you knew that stress wasn't good for rabbit hybrids. But when you were given the opportunity to work under Tony Stark himself, you would never forgive yourself if you turned down the offer. The pay was beyond great and the Avengers were amazing people but sometimes you wish things were a little different.

"What's wrong, bun?" You move your hand a little to look in front of you. There stood Natasha with a plate of food you couldn't really see. "Hi Nat. And nothin's wrong! 'S just a lot of papers and 'm getting a lil stressed." Natasha frowns at your statement before she sits across from you. She places the plate in front of you. "You should probably ask for more time on this. I'm sure Tony would understand."

You groan. "I know! But Ion wanna let him down!" Natasha sucks her teeth. "You really need to work on trying to please everyone, bun. It's not healthy. There's so many of us here and you already try your best! And in my opinion you should only be trying to please a few soldiers, if you know what I mean." You give Natasha the best stank face you can muster in your tired state.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Natasha smiles and wiggles her eyebrows at you suggestively. "Don't think I miss the way they look at you." You frown. "They don't look at me any kinda way." The spy blinks. You sigh quietly and look down at your lap. "Okay, you're right. But I literally have no idea how to go about this. There's two of 'em, Nat. I have no idea how to tell two alphas from the 40s my feelings for them. And what if they don’t accept? What the hell do I do?" When you look back up at her, she's not looking at you but behind you.

Your lips part slightly, suddenly scared to turn around. You think— no, you were sure that both alphas were behind you. You turn around slowly and your suspicions were correct. Both alphas stare down at you with smiles that seem innocent but you knew they were sinister. Natasha clears her throat. "Well, I'm sure you can figure out how! I believe in you!" She quickly takes her leave.

You smile back and rise to your feet, ignoring the feeling that was slowly growing in your belly. "Hey, you two! I didn't think you were still here. Is there something I can help you with?" You don't miss the look they give each other. "I can think of a few ways you can help us, bunny." Steve purrs, his scent already bleeding from his glands. Your eyes widen. Not now. Anytime but now.

"A-and what that might be?" You stutter, backing into your desk when Bucky scent starts to seep out as well, mixing perfectly with Steve's. You had never encountered both of them and you knew if even just one of them could get you hazy, you were bound get drunk with both of them. Bucky's metal hand came to rest on your thigh, one finger slipping under your skirt.

"Well, Doll. We've been trying to court an omega for a while now. But she keeps running away from our advances. Do you have any idea on how to help?" Bucky pulls you away from the desk and onto your feet, directly between him and Steve. You had to fight the whimper that bubbles up in your throat when Steve nuzzles at your pulse point. "Have you tried scenting her?” Steve’s sudden growl causes you to squeak.

“I scent her almost everyday. I practically drown her in it, and she still won’t take the hint.” You inhale shakily when Bucky begins to place open mouthed kisses on your throat. You knew they were talking about you but you weren’t going down that easily. “W-well! Every omega is different. I’m sure if you express your desires in another way, they might,” Steve hands cup your cheeks and bring you in for a searing hot kiss.

Your hands grip at his shoulders, weakly trying to push him away, but you soon lose your fight and eagerly try to return his kisses. Bucky doesn’t stop his assault on your throat, each suckle of his lips sure to leave a dark bruise. One of Steve’s hands glide down to your hip while the other curls around the back of your throat. God, he’s going to kill you.

Steve pulls away after a minute, a smirk growing on his pink lips as he takes in your blissed out face. “You understand now, bunny? Understand how much we want you?” You whine and stare up at him before nuzzling into his chest and inhaling deeply. God, why did they have to smell so good? “Why me?” You feel the coolness of Bucky’s vibranium arm on your blouse as he snakes it around you. “Why not you, Doll? You’re perfect for us. You’re everything we’ve ever wanted.”

“How am I everything you want?” Bucky twirls you around so that you’re facing him now. His flesh hand comes up to your cheek as he stares into your eyes, his glowing adoration and something else you couldn’t figure out. “You're gorgeous, Doll. The prettiest thing I've had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. And you're so tiny compared to us."

It was true. You were a mere 5'5" while Steve and Bucky stood at a whopping 6'7" making you indeed tiny to them. You yelp when Steve digs his teeth in a particular sensitive mark that Bucky left behind. "So responsive too." Steve adds, kissing at said mark. Bucky uses this chance to peck your swollen lips.

"You're such a good girl," Kiss. "Always caring for the others," Kiss. "Always such a sweet little thing." His tongue delves into your mouth, swirling with your own. You whimper when Bucky's metal hand curls into your hair as his tongue continues to explore your mouth. Drool drips down the side of your chin while Steve whispers in your ear. "Good girl. Take everything he gives you."

By the time Bucky pulls away, you're heaving in their heady scents as you firmly grip his shirt in your hand. Steve coos at you in that same tone as always. "What'll it be, Bunny? Gonna let us take care of you?" You couldn't win. So, what's the harm in letting go for once? You've been dreaming of this moment and it's better than anything you've ever imagined.

Without a beat, you nod into Bucky's chest. His hand comes up to lift your chin towards him, an amused smile drawn on his face. "That's cute, Doll. But when we ask you a question, we expect an actual answer." You gulp. Were they trying to kill you or mate with you?

You clear your throat before speaking up. "Yes, please. I want you to take care of me." That's all that Steve hears before he's picking you up and slinging you over his broad shoulder. He chuckles at the squeal that leaves your mouth before patting your ass. "You don't know how long I've wanted to hear you say that, Bunny."

Steve turns to Bucky with a smile. "Come on, Buck. Our girl needs to learn a few lessons.” Lessons? What lessons?

Steve and Bucky were relentless. You were brought to a room that smelled like both of them. Steve didn't throw you on the bed like you though he would, but instead he laid you down on it like you were made of porcelain. They surrounded you, laying feverish kisses on every part of skin they had access to.

Your shirt along with your bra was easily ripped open by Bucky while Steve took his time in easing you out of your skirt and panties. Now, you laid bare in front of their hungry eyes. You squeeze your legs together tighter when the smallest bit of slick begins to drip out of your pussy. Bucky closes his eyes and inhales deeply before bringing his head down to your stomach.

"You smell so sweet, Doll. Gonna let me have a taste?" Your eyes widen. You've had sex before but no one had ever gone down on you. You scooch away a little, suddenly a little more self consious. Bucky tilts his head at you before smirking. "Steve, hold her down." You didn't realize Steve was behind you before he grabs your both of your wrists in one hand and the other around your throat, tilting your head to his smiling face.

"What'd I tell you, Bunny? Take everything he gives you." Bucky grabs both of your thighs and spreads them apart, giving him a perfect view of your pussy. You whine low in your throat as he continues to ogle at you. Does he not like what he sees? Bucky then brings his hand down to your pussy and spreads your lips apart, groaning at the sight of your juices sliding out of your pussy.

"So perfect, Doll." He doesn't waste anymore time before diving his head in between your thighs and eagerly lapping at your slit, trying to get every drop of you. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, as Steve kisses the side of your face. Bucky growls into your pussy when he feels the slightest shift of your hips.

"B-Bucky," you moan, trying to get more of his tongue, "More! More!"

"Fuck!" he snarls, yanking himself back. He ignores your cry of disappointment, roughly pulling his shirt over his head before diving back in between your thighs, groaning at the feeling of hot, silky soft thighs sliding across the now bare skin of his shoulders.

His tongue immediately delves back into your pussy, ferociously licking against your walls. Bucky slurps at you like you're going to disappear from his grasp. "F-fuck, fuck, fuck!" you whine, humping against his face. Steve chuckles down at you. "It's okay, Bunny. Give us everything." Jesus fuck, you're going to die.

Bucky finally pulls away, the lower half of his face drenched in your juices. He smirks at the debauched look on your face. Your curls were sticking to your sweaty face, your lips were swollen from their kisses, and your eyes were lidded and glossed over. "P-please." You whimper out, looking up at him with hope in your eyes.

"Just a second, Sweets," He pulls your hips in the air, your ass pressing against his chest. Bucky's fingers spread your lips once more, wide enough to see your twitching walls. Steve scoots up on the bed, grabbing your wrists again and pressing a kiss to your lips. "Gotta make sure you're all lubed up, right?"

Your brows curl up in confusion. You were already wet? You try to voice your confusion, when Bucky spits in you. Not on you. Inside of you. And it's not a piss poor spit either. Bucky swirls the saliva in his mouth, forms a giant slimy glob of it, and then opens his mouth, hangs his tongue out, and lets the whole thing drip lewdly into your open cunt.

Your eyes widen at the feel of it, hot and sticky as it slide deep inside of you, settling in your womb like it belongs there. "Holy shit, Buck." Steve breathes, staring at his friend with wide eyes. What the hell have you gotten yourself into? You aren't given any time to make sense of everything before Bucky purrs out "All lubed up."

His tongue digs back inside you, causing you to jerk like you'd been hit, mouth falling open in a silent scream, suddenly more sensitive. All you can feel is his saliva, hot and slippery, sliding against your walls. You know Bucky’s pushing more of his saliva in you, you can feel it each time it enters, so wet, slimy, and unrelenting. It’s probably the hottest thing you’d ever had the pleasure of feeling.

And then two of Bucky’s fingers are inside of your cunt, wriggling against that one spot you could never find and his saliva, forcing the spit deeper inside of you, as his mouth wraps around your clit and sucks. Hard.

The orgasm that rocks through your body is aggressive. The force of it almost knocks you stupid, completely blind siding you with its strength. It doesn't feel like any other you had. Partner or not.

You feel absolutely drained, slumping against Steve and gasping for air with your legs still hanging over Bucky's arms. You're brought back down at the soft "Holy fuck." that both of your boys utter. You lift your head, eyes widening at the sight before you.

Bucky looks wet. He was drenched in your cum, from his face, beard, and neck to his chest and dripping onto the sheets. And now that your soul is back in your body, you can vaguely feel liquid traveling down your ass and onto the already soaked sheets.

You just stare, lips parted in shock. Both alphas are silent for at least ten seconds before Steve licks his lips. "You really did give us everything, huh?" You swallow. "I'm sorry." Steve finally lets go of your wrists to slip out of his clothes. Bucky licks his lips, fumbling to get out of his jeans with jerky movements.

"What're you sorry for, Sweets? That was so fucking hot. I wanna see you do it again."Again? That orgasm nearly knocked you out! Bucky and Steve, now naked as much as you are, switch places. This time Bucky is holding the underside of your thighs to your chest and Steve's cock is pressed right up against your puffy clit, coating it in his precum.

Steve licks his lips before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. "You did so good for us, baby. Gonna let us take care of you again?" You whimper and nod up at him. You weren't sure if you could take another orgasm like that, but you were about to find out.

You jump when Steve smacks his cock head against your clit a few times before bring it to your slit. "You ready, Bunny?" Before you can finish out "Yes." Steve slams all of his cock into you at once, causing you to shout, pussy spasming violently.

It hurt, but it didn't take long for the pleasure to completely overcome it, causing you to arch your back. The tears that you didn't know were there are being wiped away by Bucky's lips as he kisses your cheeks. "Feels good doesn't it, Baby? Come on, take it like a good girl." Steve growls lowly in his throat, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulls his hips back only to slam them forward again harder than before.

You shudder, your eyes rolling back, trying to find anything to hold onto as you take the most intense dicking down of your life. You feel like your breaking apart at the seams as Steve begins a brutal pace, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust.

You can't cry, yell, or even escape but lay there and gasp for breath as Bucky whispers in your ear. "Going dumb already, sweets? That's okay, we'll take care of you. Just be our dumb little omega and take everything we have to give you." Steve thrusts seem to get even faster, fucking you within an inch of your life as he chases after his orgasm, while simultaneously sending you towards another one.

"You're so perfect, baby, you don't even know," Steve growls, hips snapping roughly, filling the room with loud, rapid slapping noises. "You don't know how long we've been waiting for this." You gaze up at him with teary eyes, nothing but little "Ah"s escaping your parted lips. Bucky chuckles at your expression. "Can't believe you tried to keep this pretty pussy away from us, Doll. But it's okay. Just let your alphas do all of the thinking for you. We know you're too cock drunk to handle it."

Bucky looks at your belly and places his hand on the small bulge that rapidly appears and disappears. "See how tiny you are compared to us? You've got a bulge in your tummy, sweets." Where the fuck did Bucky get his mouth from?

You manage to make a single noise, a high pitched, desperate cry of pleasure as Steve continues to pummel your poor pussy into submission, slick gushing around his cock. "You can do it again, right Bunny? For me? For your alpha?" He snarls, staring down into your teary eyes. "C'mon, I know you can do it, baby. Show us your pretty waterfall again, huh?"

You're about to make his wish come true. You can feel it building up with every harsh thrust of Steve's cock battering against your walls, forcing high yelps from your throat, fingers digging into the sheets under you.

"S-Stevie," you barely manage to whimper, tears falling freely from your eyes. You're so overwhelmed by everything, so unused to this kind of pleasure that's being given to you by not one but two alphas. The ones you've dreamed over so many times.

"Fuck, Doll, you're so pretty. So pretty crying whenever we make you feel good, so pretty when you squirt on his cock, do it again. Come on, soak him." Bucky whispers feverishly into your ear, curling his hand around your throat. Not enough to choke you but it certainly grabs your attention.

Steve slows down his thrusts to a grind, his knot rubbing up against your clit in firm strokes, nearly causing you to fall over the edge. Bucky looks up at Steve. "Don't knot her yet, Punk. I wanna ruin her pretty cunt too." Steve growls but nods nonetheless. "Cum for me, Bunny." You're finally over the edge.

Your voice breaks like glass, violently shuddering as you gush slick around your alpha's still grinding knot. Steve leans down to your throat and bites where your neck connect to your shoulder with a growl. You cry out once more, trying to twist away from the pain/pleasure rippling through your body.

It only takes a few more snaps of Steve's hips before he's filling your clenching insides up with a flood of thick, hot cum. You whine when he pulls out a second later, a trail of cum seeping out of your ruined hole. Steve kisses your head as you close your eyes, on the verge of passing out.

There's a shift on the bed as your legs are spread open once more. Your eyes snap open to see Bucky in between your legs, his cock now pressed up against your puffy pussy. "What? You didn't think we were done, did you? Better get comfortable, Doll. We're not stopping until we've completely slutted you out. Not even after you pass out."

You shudder at that. God, what did you get yourself into?

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how was it? i would’ve added bucky fucking you too but i been working on this for too long so enjoy!

i may add something soon.

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my back arched like a cat, my position couldn't stop you were hitting it / steve harrington

Two large hands spread across the stretch of your ass, thumbs pulling apart the soft skin of your inner thighs with your face planted into the sheets and back arched real pretty for him while a tongue laps messily at your clit, that’s how Steve likes to eat your pussy.

He loves when you get his face all wet like this. There’s so much spit that it drips down onto the bed in clear, thin strings, so much so that he can’t tell if it’s from his mouth or your pussy. And every once in a while he gathers your wetness and his saliva into his mouth only to spit it back onto your clit, intentionally switching between sucking it and tongue-fucking your hole.

“Fuck, Steve, just like that,”

He sucks on it teasingly and flicks it between his teeth, just to get a rise out of you; grinding his hard-on into the mattress with each deep moan that rumbles your chest and gripping your ass so tightly that it leaves deep-colored crescent marks on the flesh, groaning at the sweet taste of your arousal on his buds with his pointed nose buried between the slick, puffy folds of your cunt as he deeply inhales the headiness of your scent. Hips moving back on their own accord to near themselves closer to the source of your pleasure, damn near smothering him in the process. He loved getting you like this.

“Steve!”

“Shut up,” his lips pop from your bud with a wet slick sound, already missing the sensation his tongue provides, writhing against the sheets and hole fluttering as he rises to his full height behind you. “C’mere.” Using those same hands to roughly pull you to the edge of the bed by the hips so your legs dangle at the border, towering over your fully naked form as he takes his aching cock that he neglected in favor of satisfying you first with his left hand. The free one leaves a chilling sensation down your spine as he spreads the fat of your puffy lips, alternating between swirling and just barely dipping his thumb past your entrance. Replacing it with the hard bulge of his length at your opening and eyes flickering up to your trembling figure when you abruptly hiss, slowly gliding it through your slit and getting it wet enough to tease you as if he’s about to put it in, pulling back each time you try to press him in yourself.

“Calm down,” he warns you once, going back to examining your cunt before he brings his palm down on your ass harshly in a slap that makes you cry out. “I said calm down.”

He adored how beautiful you looked in this position: tits pressed firm against your chest while you tried your best to back up against his dick into that cute fucking arch of yours and arms reaching out in front of you as hard as you could in an almost cat-like pose. And your ass, he doesn’t think couldn’t even begin to phrase how round and perky it was when he had you on all fours. 

But if he was being real, he really just liked the way your pussy looked. Two pretty, drooly lips that squished around the swollen bud that peeked in the center and a tiny little hole he could barely fit his dick in, and how beat up and bruised it looked after he was finished with you, all puffy and red from fucking you so rough. It was perfect.

Your patience level starts to run low in result of his dazed admiration mistaken for constant vexatious teasing— prim brows pinched at the middle and words flying out snappy and demanding as your arch presses deeper. “Hurry up, you’re taking too long,”

Steve doesn’t like that one bit. Hand sliding from the opening of your cunt all the way up to your freshly styled tresses that you had just gotten done by your stylist a few days back, knotting itself through your strands and yanking you up in one swift movement. You’d moan out a complaint about him messing up your hair if you weren’t so eager for him to shove his dick inside you.

“The fuck do you think you’re rushing? You know I can leave you here, right?”

His words turn hard and rigid at your insolence and you know he’s not playing with you at all, but you don’t seem to care about anything in that pretty little head of yours except for one thing. Lip slightly tugging between your teeth, angelic eyes pleading up at him over your shoulder with hearts dancing in your pupils and hips jutting out as you shamelessly beg. “Gimme, I want it,” tone whiny but alluring all the same, and it makes his dick hard.

“Not gonna give you shit if you keep runnin’ that mouth.” he heeds you no warning before his fat tip is stretching out the opening of your pussy and slamming into you at full force, releasing your hair and letting you plant face-first into the sheets as he begins to pound you into the mattress.

“Don’t know when to shut the fuck up,” five fingers hook behind your nape while the rest grip roughly at the side of your hip, eyes fluttering and chest palpitating from choked cries while you fail miserably to control your breathing.

“S-Shit,”

His fingers move from your nape to wrap around your throat and you lose your mind when you feel him plunge deeper, feeling the head of him just a couple centimeters shy from your cervix just as he promptly tilts your neck upward, forcing you onto your hands with a whine.

The fibers of your muscles feel sore and your legs turn to jelly, practically vibrating whenever Steve urges you back into him. The walls of your cunt clamping down on his length as you finally reach the soft hairs at his base, and a soft fuck comes to life from his lips watching you grip the sheets for dear life with weak moans and pleads leaving your pretty mouth. You’ve always been a lazy lover, laying on your back and doing the bare minimum by letting your boyfriend take care of all the hard work, never having to worry about anything but being his good slut and taking his dick.

Unfortunately for you, Steve has a low tolerance for brats and back talk. You know this, why do you always have to go and test him? Making him pull out of you knowing goddamn well he doesn’t want to, letting a wet pop consume the air around you as your hole returns to its shape without the fullness of his cock, watching your head whip around your shoulder once more in frustration and pushing your ass out with need.

“Give it back, fuck me,” you whine. The display of you backing your pussy up on him paired with your words looks and sounds so desperate, and it almost gets him to give in— almost.

“Uh uh, work for that shit.”

A pout befalls your lips, hoping that he’ll take pity on you and give you what you want, “You’re fucking stingy,” you can barely finish your sentence before he’s sliding into you again, brows furrowing and feeling each throb of his thick cock inside your walls.

“And you’re lazy, better move your ass or I guess you’re not gonna cum, princess.” Three whiny sobs get caught up in your chest as you finally decide to move, gradually picking up the pace bit by bit until you’re slamming back into him hard. So hard that you almost make Steve stutter back a couple of steps despite his stature and build, so hard that you feel each sweet kiss that his cock delivers to your cervix when you go all the down on him like he instructs you to. 

“Faster, baby,” your eyes disappear into your skull and you mindlessly allow the drool you were so desperately trying to hold back to drip down your chin and the corners of your mouth, tits bouncing while you focus on fucking yourself on your boyfriend’s cock. You feel lust-dazed, and you’re almost positive you probably look crazy right now but you don’t care, you just need to cum. Steve doesn’t care either, too mesmerized with the way you coat every vein on his length with cream and slick, lips halfway parted and groaning out curses with a steady hand sitting at the bottom of your waist to keep himself level-headed, trying to convince himself you’re not fucking him as stupid as you’re fucking yourself as he watches your ass bounce and ripple each time you meet him. “Steve, you’re so - fuck,” senseless babbles spill out of you and it eggs him on even more than before, subconsciously narrowing his thick brows in concentration as his other hand finds your waist so he can fuck you harder, faster, rougher.

It’s too much, all of him is too much to handle all at once; Steve’s going too fast and he’s in too deep, and your cunt rejects him. It fucking rejects him.

Your walls tighten at the same time you attempt to pull back, run from his dick. But how wet you are doesn’t seem to aid you in efforts, only allowing him to sink into you further.

“Stop tryin’ to push me out, open.” The words barely manage to make it past his sharp gritted teeth, voice commanding and you somehow clench around his shaft impossibly tighter.

You shake your head. “Can’t, fuck, I can’t—”

“Why not?”

It’s a genuine question though you both know the answer, still, he wants to hear you say it.

Your mind pictures the spot where your mons meets the soft plush at the bottom of your abdomen and the huge rounded bump that’s formed, that’s where Steve is.

“You’re in my tummy, Steve.”

Do you really think he gives a fuck? Surely not.

It was safe to say you loved getting fucked by your boyfriend like this, it was maybe even your favorite position for him to put you in. Given there were many times you’d act all bratty like you can’t take it, claiming that he’s ‘fucking you too good’ and that you ‘can’t take it,’ or whatever other kind of shit flies out of your mouth when your drunk on his cock but you always wanted it in the end. Because when Steve fucks you from the back he fucks you hard. And not only does he fuck you hard, he fucks you dumb. He leaves you sore for days sometimes, even making you walk and talk funny when he gives it to you really rough, and it never fails to have you coming back for more.

“Open,” his callous tone drips with warning and he slightly presses forward, not caring about the adorable pleading look you give him before he’s giving you a sweet thrust past the resistance of your cunt that makes you yelp, “Open.”

You pout and sniffle before you finally let him in again, relaxing your walls, his pace increases and his hips never falter and you allow him to bully his fat cock into your cunt, meeting his thrusts halfway and trying to fuck him back just as hard.

The sounds he makes from pounding into your little cunt are almost as loud as you, both of them suffocating the air with nasty schlicks and squelches as you gush around him, wetting his balls and entire lower abdomen in your juices.

“Mm, so deep baby,” a fucked out, dopey smile possesses your pretty features that Steve returns, his cock pulsing at the way it twists into a lust-drunk one and how you tighten when his thumb presses into your other hole all the way down to the first knuckle. He coos to you, totally in love with the way your cunt swallows him whole, “Yeah, you like that shit don’t you?"

You look like a whore. And he has half a mind to break out the old camcorder and film the entire thing, make you a real star. Mouth covered in spit, eyes brimming with salty tears and cheeks flushed and puffy from the ones that already managed to slide down them, nodding your head mindlessly with the guidance of his firm grasp on your chin like a braindead slut. “Yeah, I do Steve... - f-uck!,” the tips of your nails bite into the thin clean linen, knuckles losing color from how hard your fists clench, high coiling deep in the bottom of your stomach.

You feel yourself being pulled up as you near closer, a gasp sucking air into your lungs as your back sits flush with Steves’s hard chest, giving him free rein to pry your drool coated lips open with his thumb and forefinger. “Get that fuckin’ tongue out, show me,” his grey eyes bore down into yours with hunger when you obey him, lolling the pink flesh out with an “Ah,” that vibrates the base of your throat through hazy lids already knowing what to expect next, greedily accepting the thin line of spit that falls onto your tongue. 

He hits your sweet spot with each brutal stab of his dick into your poor little pussy like a mad man, leaving you a sobbing, incoherent mess below him. He hovers over you, the tendons in his biceps bulge tautly and the muscles that house the immense cross tattoo on his back flex, making your eyes roll past your lids every time his heavy balls slap your clit and crying out for him to fuck you harder— as if that’s impossible.

Breathing labored and picking up by the second as your tight cunt sucks him in and brings him closer and closer to his own orgasm. You barely make out a squeak. “…Steve...” The flesh of your ass stings and you cry, really cry when his palm connects with the skin in a harsh slap.

“What darling? You gonna cum? .” he bites through his teeth, driving himself into you with all the strength he has.

“S-Steve!” 

Better.

Everything around you goes black. You cum with a loud cry and your body wracks with multiple sobs, spasming around him and wetting the inner flesh of your thighs along with his pelvis as you squirt, head bleary and slurring your words, hand quickly reaching down to rub fervent and messy circles into your throbbing clit. “Cumming, cumming, cu— cuh- ming!”

Steve doesn’t stop. Even after you cum, still stretching out the plush lips of your cunt with his fat cock whenever he consciously decides to jam himself into you, deaf to the incessant moans floating through his ears as he continues to make you squirt on him in buckets.

Holy fucking shit.

He only stops his merciless thrusts when it’s time for him to cum, the slaps of skin connecting with skin dying when he pulls out to throw his head back and angrily fist his cock, grunting and groaning over your limp form as thick white spurts of his hot cum paint your ass. He intentionally aims some of it at your pussy, hissing while sliding the warm liquid between your puffy folds with the aching head, collecting a huge glob of it and burying inside your abused hole with a whine. 

The room spins around you and he lets you come down, feeling the warmth of his lips trail in sweet kisses up your spine that glistens with a thin layer of sweat all the way to the crook of your neck and that’s when you feel it. How your bones and back aches, keening into the fabric underneath you when you finally snap back to reality.

“Nnngh, I think you broke my fucking back,” you complain and hear the steps of your boyfriend descending into the bathroom, presumably to get a towel as he leaves you in the exact same position he just fucked you in. Hole fluttering, nerves twitching and breathing still erratic. “You’re just a crybaby,” he returns with the wet rag in hand, shivering a bit when you notice he used cold instead of warm water again to wipe his cum off of you.

A hum vibrates your chest, “Baby run me a bath please,”

you feel a lazy grin tug at the corners of your mouth when you hear the loud splashes of the bathtub filling up. Simp. He retrieves you after a few minutes, picking you up and carrying your tired body into the adjoined room bridal style before he settles you both into the tub.

Not even five minutes have passed by and you’re already up to your shenanigans again. Giggling at his lame jokes, letting him playfully squeeze your tits under the sweet-scented essential oil and bubble infused bathwater and grinding your ass into his lap.

“Baby…” you trail off, innocently running your fingers along the skin of his knee.

“Hm?”

“…Can we fuck again?”

His brows draw together in slight skepticism, “Again? We just fucked, greedy ass.”

“I wanna fuck again though, and don’t call me greedy.” You splash a bit of the water at him, pulling a tiny chortle from him at your faux annoyance.

He’s in love with you.

I REALLY HOPE U GUYS LIKE THIS!! IDK IF THIS SUITED HIM BUT IN MY MIND IT DID SJJFJF

little lily.

pairing | mob!bucky x fem!reader

summary | you unknowingly bring out a side of bucky he never knew was there.

cw | fluff, minor angst

"Francine!" you call out to your housekeeper as you make your way down the stairs. It wasn't uncommon for her to show up earlier than her usual time as she'd sometimes bring you the freshest flowers from her home garden.

"Good morning, Miss!"

You stop in your tracks as you spot her at the end of the staircase, holding the most adorable baby with the chubbiest cheeks and fluffiest hair. The baby lets out a booming laugh as she sees you and you give her the brightest smile in return.

"Hi, honeypie!" you exclaim as your reach the end of the staircase, extending your arms towards the baby as she makes grabby hands of her own. You take her from Francine and she immediately begins to play with your hair.

"Who's this?" you ask Francine as you continue to play with her.

"Lily. She's my granddaughter," she tells you proudly.

"Francine! You're a grandma? You have to tell me what you do for your figure!" You tease her playfully.

"Oh hush, Miss." She says with a radiant laugh. "I was just dropping off the flowers and then I was going to take her back home. Her mum isn't in town so I have her for the week. Little Miss cried all morning," she says gently pinching Lily's cheek.

"No, don't take her back! I'll watch her for the day!" you plead enthusiastically.

"Oh no, Miss, I can't ask that of you,"

"Please, Francine?" you ask with your biggest puppy dog eyes, hugging Lily as she babbles incoherently. "We'll have so much fun! Plus, you'll be here the entire time."

"You're both such adorable troublemakers," she says as she walks off to do her job, leaving you and Lily to your fun.

Spending time with Lily made you realize just how lonely you really were.

Bucky was busy and away most of the time, rightfully so. It was his job. The both of you had gotten a little closer since the other night when you had told him how you felt about him coming home late all the time. He truly was doing his best to keep his promise but he couldn't deny his duty.

Luckily, Lily didn't complain even once. She was a happy baby. Francine gave you her bag before she left and you fed Lily and she ate contently.

Just then Sam, Bucky's right-hand man and best friend walked into the room. You were laying on the floor observing the Lily's facial expressions as she intently studied her toy.

"Who's this little princess?" he asks as he makes his way towards you, laying down next to you as Lily gives him a big smile. He holds his finger out to her and she grabs it instantly.

"Francine's granddaughter, Lily," you tell him with a smile. Sam was a good man, you'd become good friends with him over the few months that you'd moved in. His banter and bickering with Bucky never failed to put a smile on your face.

"Francine's a grandma?" he asks incredulously.

"I had a hard time believing it too!"

"Gamma!" Lily babbles as she recognizes her grandma's name.

"Yes! Gamma!" you exclaim as you scoop her up in your arms to take her out to the garden.

"Buck'll be back in a bit," Sam informs you. "He told me to remind you to eat because you forget sometimes and that he's already eaten so you don't need to wait up,"

"Sure, thanks Sam," you respond, your cheeks going warm at the thought of Bucky's concern.

Bucky was confused to see the plethora of toys scattered on the living room floor as he walked in. He scanned the house for you and called out when he couldn't find you.

"Y/N?"

"In the backyard!" you respond.

Bucky had had a long day today. His meetings had run longer than they were supposed to and he was tired of dealing with everything.

But somehow after seeing you and the way you were interacting with the child in your arms made him forget all the weight he was carrying on his shoulders.

"Hi," you say softly as he walks towards you.

"Hey, who's this?"

"Francine's granddaughter. She's adorable, isn't she?"

"The most." he replies with a smile. "May I?"

You nod, hiding your surprise. Lily makes grabby hands at him as he picks her up, babbling at him.

"Hey, sweetpea," he coos softly as she looks up at him with wide, curious eyes. "Do you like the flowers?"

"It's getting late, you wanna head inside?" you ask him.

"Gaa!" she exclaims in agreement.

He makes a mental checklist to buy out every toy store in town right then and there.

"Sure, c'mon."

Just as you close up the backyard, Francine heads towards you, done for the day. The surprise on her face is evident as she watches the most dangerous man in New York interact lovingly with a baby.

"Was she good all day?" she asks you.

"The best. You oughta leave her with me more often!" you laugh.

"Oh, I'll be sure!" she says taking Lily from Bucky.

"Do bring her by more, Francine," Bucky says. "She's a real doll."

"Yes, Mr Barnes, most definitely!"

Just then, Bucky receives a call and he excuses himself.

"You're changing him," Francine says suddenly.

"What?"

"You're good for him, Miss. I've never seen him like this before. It's you."

You almost cry at her words as you walk both her and Lily out.

"Thank you, Francine." you whisper.

She responds by simply giving you a warm smile.

"Bye bye, honeypie! Come back to play with Auntie Y/N soon! " You say as Lily waves back at you enthusiastically.

Later that night, you told Bucky everything about your day with Lily as you began getting ready for bed and he listened to you with intent and admiration.

"I liked the way we were today," you say at the end, your entire body heating up. "And thank you for asking Sam to check up on me. It was really sweet."

"Of course, doll. I care about you."

He cares about you

"I care about you too, Bucky."

"Sweet dreams, doll," he says, the smile evident in his voice as he turned off the light.

Sweet dreams indeed.